The Tutor | (Baldi x Reader) **SMUT

The Tutor || Oh No, He's Hot!

     Aunt Karen was waiting at home with two freshly cooked pot pies. She grew visibly excited as you walked in the door.
     "Y/n!", she said as she got up from her seat.
     She walked over to you and pulled you into a warm and firm hug.
     "I was worried sick about you. Where were you?"
     "I had tutoring after school, remember?"
     "Ohh tutoring. Yeah I remember!"
     You took a seat and Aunt Karen did the same.
     "How was tutoring?"
     "It was actually pretty fun. I'm learning quite a bit of new material! Baldi's a great math teacher."
     A smile formed across Aunt Karen's face.
     "Baldi?"
     Your face flushed.
     "Oooh y/n. Still thinking that your teacher isn't hot?"
     You couldn't help but laugh. You did indeed find your teacher both physically and mentally attractive, you just didn't want to admit it.
     "Stooop", you whined sarcastically.
     Aunt Karen began laughing with you. After dinner you had some homework to attend. You walked up the stairs and took out the sheet that Baldi had given all the kids in class. It was easier than the questions he had been making the kids do in class. You worked through them quickly. You were done in about 5 minutes. You went back downstairs into the den where Aunt Karen was.
     "Hey, anything for dessert?", you asked out loud.
     Aunt Karen smiled brightly.
     "I have something in the oven as we speak."
     "What is it?"
     "It's a surprise."
     Fine, whatever.
     "Can we turn on some music or something Karen?"
     "Yes we can y/n!"
     Aunt Karen put on the best of the Backstreet Boys, a favorite CD of hers. She skipped the track to 'I Want it That Way'.
     "Well, since your down here y/n, let me show you some old moves to impress your little teacher crush."
     Shit, guess you had to do this with her.
     "Alright. Just nothing too sexual."
     You two both began to laugh at that comment. Aunt Karen walked over to the counter and brought a chair out. She then started giving it a lap dance. It was quite odd, but she told you to follow along so you did. You grabbed your own chair and did the same moves. Their was a lot of twerking and hip thrusting involved. Verrry appropriate for your school teacher. But hey, you asked for it, right?
     After a couple of songs and sexually harassing a chair, you two sat back down at the counter. It wasn't long before the oven beeped and Aunt Karen had to get up to fetch what she had made. When she took the dessert out of the oven, you blushed. On a cooking sheet we're about 20 ruler cookies. Did Aunt Karen know about Baldi or was she just being Aunt Karen?
     "I made you ruler cookies cause' you're taking math and you're in school.."
     Phew, okay. She doesn't have a clue.
     "Thank you do much Aunt Karen! They look great!"
     "No problem, muffin."
     You ate a couple of cookies. They were delicious. Buttery and chewy and mixed so beautifully with cinnamon. It was a dream. You decided to save a couple for Baldi. You grabbed some off the tray and placed them in a plastic bag. When you got to your room you placed the bag in your backpack, did your nightly activities and drifted off to sleep.

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     You awoke to the sound of your alarm. Today was going to be a good day. You could actually have a scenic walk to school today. You wouldn't have to run, which made you very happy. You grabbed your stuff and walked downstairs to greet Aunt Karen.
     "My, my. Look who's awake on their own! I guess your alarm finally worked."
     "Ha, yeah. Good morning."
     "You want some breakfast?"
     Nah. You'd rather go for a walk.
     "Can I have a cookie instead?"
     "Sure."
     Your aunt handed you a cookie.
     "Have a nice day at school muffin!"
     "Thank you! You too!"
     Wait, fuck. 'You too?' What the fuck is wrong with you? Regardless, you were out the door in no time at all. The walk was nice, accentuated by the warm Texas breeze and the scent of bluebonnets. The sun was high in the sky and clouds were scattered about. Needless to say, it was a beautiful day and you were in a good mood to match. You walked into the school confidently, not in any particular rush. Perhaps you would give Baldi his cookies before school. You headed in the direction of his classroom. You heard little feet. Ah, Timothy. You finally had time to play with her. She rushed out in front of you. She was still holding her jump rope.
     "Hey miss!", she practically yelled.
     "Wanna play?"
     "Sure."
     Timothy's smile made you happy. She handed you the jump rope. It was kinda short, but you managed to jump rope with it. Timothy counted off as you did so. When you were done you handed the rope back to Timothy and counted her jumps.
     "Thank you for playing with me miss.."
     "Y/n."
     "Thank you for playing with me y/n!"
     "No problem", you said, patting Timothy's head and heading further down the hallway to your class.
     When you reached your class, you peeked through the window in the door once more. Baldi was sitting inside alone and grading papers. You opened the door slowly. He stared up at you from his desk.
     "Oh, hey y/n! Good morning."
     "Good morning to you too."
     Baldi smiled.
     "Is their any particular reason you showed up so early?"
     "Yes. I brought you something."
     "Really? Okay."
     Baldi looked incredibly happy. You brought the cookies out of your backpack.
     "My aunt made these yesterday. I thought that you might want some."
     Baldi took the cookies and examined them.
     "Ohh I get it. They're rulers! Aren't they? That's very thoughtful y/n, thank you!"
     "No problem."
     It made you happy to see Baldi happy. What a lovely sight to see. The bell rang in no time and soon everyone was in the classroom. When they saw Baldi, their smiles dropped and their faces contorted into dreadful grimaces. But Baldi didn't care, he seemed to like it that way. Class went on as normal, nothing really went on that was incredibly special. Baldi had a happier mood though, a dramatic improvement from days prior. When lunchtime came around, you decided to go outside. Billy was sat at a table alone, so you decided to go over and sit with him.
     "Hi Billy!"
     Billy looked up in shock.
     "Hello!", he responded.
     You say down next to him. The conversation you two had was quite typical. A sort of 'the weathers nice today' one. At the end of it, you two exchanged phone numbers. You sort of didn't want to, but Billy was an attractive young lad who just had issues with math. You thought perhaps you could tutor him sometime. The end of your conversation just so happened to be the end of lunch, so you two just went back to Baldi's class together. The rest of class was not that awe inspiring either. But at least something interesting happened. Baldi kept glancing at you. Over and over and over and over again. With those intensely dark brown eyes. So did Billy, but you just tried to ignore him. Class ended, and everyone left (but you of course). Baldi tutoring lesson started up once more. But both of you found yourselves distracted by each other. Baldi decided to end the lesson early and just get some talking time with you. You decided to ask him the question.
     "Why are you so strict? I'm sure that the kids are capable of behaving on their own at this point."
     Baldi stared at you blankly. Tears clung to his bottom lash line. Jesus Christ, you'd never seen someone change emotions so quickly. What he said next was quite a surprise.
     "When I was younger, my father used to hit me with a ruler and yell at me if I did anything wrong. Let's say I dropped a drink on the floor, I'd get 10 lashings from it. I didn't clean my room, 20. My mother left when I was 3, so she couldn't help me. I can't help but feel extreme anger towards people who get things wrong because of my experiences. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to feel pain."
     You felt extremely bad for Baldi. You walked over to him and wrapped him in a hug. Baldi jolted at your touch, but soon melted into it. His lime green sweater was the softest thing you had ever felt.
     "I am very sorry that happened to you sir. I can't even begin to imagine what that felt like. Do you really want the kids to be in pain like you were or do you want them to not be in pain and not have to suffer what you went through? The latter is better, right?", you said as you pulled away from the hug.
     "I guess I can try to be nicer. I haven't done so in years."
     "That would be very nice sir."
     "Please, call me Baldi."
     "That would be very nice, Baldi."
     Baldi stared up at you with a needing stare. You bent down, as he was in a chair, and gave him another hug. You turned your face towards his. He was staring back at you in complete adoration. He moved his face closer to yours. You reciprocated the act and soon your lips met. You were surprised. Cause' holy fuck, you were kissing your teacher. When your faces separated Baldi's hand was still attached to you. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. Your heart beat fast.
     "Thank you y/n, that will be all for our lesson today. Tomorrow's lesson should be at my house."
     "Thank you too, Baldi, that sounds great. Goodbye."
     Baldi smiled in response.
     Your stomach was full of butterflies as you left the classroom. The doors to the outside world were easy to open. You stepped outside with a smile plastered across your face. You stumbled a couple of times as you made your walk home. You were drunk on love, and it felt really good.
     Aunt Karen was surprised to see you in such a good mood. You had your pot pie and the two of you spent the rest of the evening dancing to whatever weird pop songs Aunt Karen was in to. It went by fast, but you quite enjoyed it. You made a quick phone call to your mom to let her know that you hadn't died, brushed your teeth, got your PJs on and rested on the bed. Tomorrow at school was going to be great, but tomorrow after school was going to be leagues better.